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Do I even need to mention the illogic of Richard bouncing back, physically and emotionally, from the gratuitous torture/sex within a day? Sorry, I was thinking with the big head rather than the one Goodkind thinks with.

A horrible thought occurred to me. What will we ever do when Tairy stops writing? How will we survive when there are no more jaw-kicking, spine-removing O-ist Dicks to mock? I need a drink and I haven't even looked at the words of the Yeard today.

They are the Enemy. If you feel they have any redeeming qualities you are dangerously low in moral celery. Go eat some, then choose Life and do whatever it is your individuality dictates you should do to demonstrate your restored celerity (as long as it's in accordance with Lord Rahl's beliefs of course).

But Richard already is a good person, he says so himself. Oh wait, you mean Real World good... sorry, too much Tairy has blunted my ability to discern subtlety and shades of gray. Pick a speech, oh un-yearded yet yeasty one and we can all snark (or intelligently critique) as we please. Remember, we're lemmings and need to be shown the cliff before we can leap.

A suggestion that is amazingly celerious and uncelerious at the same time. I mean, given how close Mystar is to the Yeard (nudge nudge, say no more) having his august presence here would be almost as good as being touched by Goodkind Himself. At the same time, he's such a colossal twat that the thought of sharing a board with him scares me. Still the suggestion that he could ever be the uberlemming is just blasphemy. Mad Moose should trample you for that thought.

Pre-movies I'd agree with you. Post-movie, they fall squarely to Lame status. In no small part because most of the first movie (I'll eat chicken meat before paying money to see the second) consist of them solving problems they caused in the first place but also because seeing Ioan Gruffudd forced to try and talk with an American accent is just painful. Nahh, I liked him. Of course, I think the 'hit you over the head with the Message' stunt they pulled recently was just a tad lame (in part because it's a comic book which means nobody stays dead) but beforehand he wasn't bad. To pretend that this has some relevance to Lemmingness, who's the most celerious comic book character of all time? I nominate a one-off character whose name I can't remember from Calvin and Hobbes (from a comic book Calvin was reading) based on the fact that she blew a melon-sized hole in another character's spine.

How on earth does a death-chooser like you earn a title? You should know by now that SoT is about Important Human Themes and world-building is only for sissies who are writing fantasy. I oughtta smack you around like a camp follower and feed you your own testicles.